Do you even care?

Awkward

A/N: Sorry for the spelling errors. Also than you all for sticking with this story and it will mean the world to me if you checked out my other stories.

Damian had spent the rest of the afternoon packing and when he had finally finished procrastinating, instead of going downstairs with the rest and catch them up with what he did, he laid down on his bed and within minutes he was out cold, the plant that Ivy had given him doing wonders, with Cleo beside him.

So when he woke up it was to fur in his face. He rolled over quickly and started hacking, some of the fur had gotten in his mouth.

“Cleo.” he whined out loud, giving the black cat a glare with no real heat behind it. The cat just looked at him before flicking her tail. Damian sputtered in indignation at the respect that his own cat was giving him but before he started fighting with a cat a knock on the door made him stop and look up. “Come in!” he called out.

“Hey Damian!” came in Grayson, with his normally cheerful behavior but this time there was something wrong with it. Damian couldn't help but feel it has something to do with him when his mind made him remember that giant groan.

“Grayson.” he said easily, and Dick gave a small smile at the old greeting. Some things never change. “Did you need anything or…?” Damian asked, trailing off, raising a single eyebrow at the man.

“Well I was just wondering if you wanted to go downstairs and have some lunch?” Dick asked hopefully.

“What happened to breakfast?” asked the small teen in confusion.

“Um, well we tried to call you over and you were asleep so we didn't want to disturb you.” said Dick.

“Oh.” and despite the clearly truthful explanation, Damian couldn't help but feel that maybe they were glad that he hadn't come downstairs and they all wanted to enjoy some time with each other before they had to start dealing with the freak.

“Yeah, so come on.” and when the acrobat had tried to reach out for Damian, Damian skillfully dodged it and quickly went outside.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Let's go.” said Damian and he didn't turn back to see Grasyon’s face.

***
Breakfast had been… interesting. And by interesting Damian meant he had almost had a panic attack when his father mentioned school and he had quickly ran to his room and locked himself there. So much for character development. Oh well, details.

Anyway, Damian had kept himself locked up in his room and had refused to come out, not like anyone had asked him to, but still. Damian couldn't help but feel like he might be doing something wrong and that overreacting like this would make them hate him even more.

However, before his train of thought could continue on to his depressing path a knock on the door paused the train.

“Hey, Damian. You in?” came a hesitant voice. Damian started when he realised it was Tim's.

“Yes? What do you need, Drake?” called Damian.

“Umm, can I come in?” he asked and he almost sounded scared. Damian made a split second decision before letting out a sigh.

“Fine.”

The door opened up eagerly and there stood Timothy, looking paler than Damian thought possible. They stood there, staring at the other until it started to become increasingly uncomfortable and Damian couldn't figure out what the emotion in Drake's eyes was.

“Hey. You look...good.” said the older teen, and he sounded much more sincere than how he would have sounded a year ago.

“Umm, thank you.” Damian said quite awkwardly. “You don't look awful either.” Damian added and internally winced and wondered why he couldn't not stop messing things up. Suddenly he felt a calming presence and out of the corner of his eyes he could see the plant giving off a small glow. Ivy really did equip the thing with everything.

“Thank you.” drake returned. Another awkward silence settled within them before Drake let out a cough. “Just wanted to say that you. You're my little bro. And sometimes. We argue but I still love you. And yeah. Sorry. I'm just gonna.” and Drake quickly ran off.

Damian stood in the middle of his room, eyebrow raised and a confused expression on his face as his door was slammed shut.

“Is it me Cleo or did Drake just say he loved me?” asked Damian as he turned to his new companion. Cleo gave a meow and nodded her head. “Huh. And I thought I saw everything.” muttered Damian disbelievingly. The young boy just shrugged before looking down at his watch. “Oh shit, therapy with Harley starts in 10 minutes. Come on. You're coming with me this time.”

***

Tim berated himself as he ran out of his baby brother's room. Cause that's what he was. He let down his brother and neglected him just like how his parents neglected him.

“Come on Drake. You can always do this again. And he hadn't even looked that annoyed.” he reassured himself, not even caring that he was speaking to himself out loud. “Now, let's put those detective skills to use and find out what he likes.” he said as he quickly moved to his computer.

He would not fail Damian again.

* * *

“How dare this clown try to compromise my son.” hissed out Talia as she looked down at Damian’s therapy session with Harley. “My son will not lower himself to these standards.” swore Talia.

Even though the mother wanted what was best for Damian, it might not always be best for him. And that became very clear as she started to plan for Harley’s demise.

A/N: Don't come at me with the pitchforks. So school's a bitch and my creative juice is starting to go down cause of it. I'm going to try and see if I can put up two one shots before I blank out again. I'm going to go an a slight shut down because I really need to start catching up with work and doing all my school work because I need to do well for my GCSE's

Take care guys and I'll see you when I can.

Bye!